“You have lost your mind!” Morgan said when he walked in on me painting the piano.
Thanks alot, oh, love of my life…
I knew it was crazy, but I couldn’t help myself.
I HATED this piano. Wouldn’t you? But, it was FREE, and I really, really, wanted a piano, yo.
It sat and sat. I really couldn’t figure out where to put it in our new house. I desperately wanted it to be in the foyer. I just KNEW it would fit! And we tried it there, but it stuck out like a sore thumb that’s been hit with an ugly stick. So, if you’re like me and move around furniture every few months, it travelled to the dining room and sat for a while. Funny, that’s where our piano was growing up.
I still had a boat load of paint left. I just couldn’t help myself.
I stirred in some white and lightened it a bit so as not to completely burn out my retinas.
I was halfway through the second coat and my hubby walked in behind me and declared that I was crazy. Certifiably so.
Well, if I am, then I like livin in Krazy-town, because this green piano makes me happy.
|It’s like she smiles at mewith those big, pearly whites…|